Hope in a World Falling Apart

Weird.  The more I know me the more apt that word seems.  With so much pain and sorrow being reported it almost seems wrong to have a hope.  I have been trying to work up a “feel bad” but to no avail.”
One thing did occur to me though.  I feel pain and sorrow as all do.  Yet under that is another level which I think we all have.  That level is called hope or hopelessness.  Mine is called hope.
Don’t get me wrong.  I care and care deeply.  Not just a feeling care but a doing care.  I do what I can in my corner of the world.  I know I cannot solve the world’s problems, but I can mine and maybe help with a few others if wanted.
I reckon it is cool that if we all did our bit then the world’s problems could be solved for those who want things solved.  Unfortunately, it seems there are some who cherish being the problems rather than the answer.  I know that, but I will not let them get the better of me.  All I can do is what I can do, and the rest is up to God.
But it does highlight to me something I am big on.  Choice.  I know I could get up from here and do lots of things.  Things that would be in tomorrow’s news.  Things that would make me a byword for what not to do.
But I chose not to.  I would have it no other way.  I do not want to be a robot automatically doing the right thing because I was programmed that way.  There is no doubt in my mind the world would be a safer place if it was the case that all were like that.  But I reckon it would be a more uninteresting place to.
But then I would not be able to relate to interesting unless it was programmed into me.  And then it would be a powerless interest.
As it stands I have choice, interest and power.  I can make a change for the better if I choose to.  I am interested in many things.  People. Stamps.  Table tennis. Garden.  And heaps of other things.  I know I have power because I mow the lawn.  You may need to just stay with me on this one.
That really highlights to me that I have power to make mistakes too.  I planted out the front yard to avoid needing to mow it.  I reckon it is more work than it would have been mowing it.  But it would be less interesting to.  Someone walking by said “I like your Bush Garden.”  I thought, “Bush Garden.  I can live with that.”
But for me hope always comes back to choice.  Maybe I will not see in my lifetime the justice I am looking for.  There is so much injustice that seems to not be solved.  Millions go to the grave having not seen it for themselves in their lifetime.  But I think if justice is not served in this lifetime it is in the next.  But I do have a choice as to what I do now.  I can render justice.  I can improve the lot of another.
Globally I may not be the answer, but very locally I can be a part of the solution rather than a part of the problem.